My Hubby Can't Stop Pampering Me - Chapter 559 - 561: New Identity (3)

He killed her father.He destroyed her life.And she rejected him as her fated mate.The King she swore to hate wants to protect her, but strings are attached.Now he wants her loyalty… and her heart.Claire Stenly swore she’d never kneel to the Lycan King who ruined her world.But every time Yeren looks at her, she feels the strings tighten. And every time she looks into his eyes, she forgets why she should run.He’s dangerous, untouchable, and sin wrapped in velvet.And somehow, she keeps finding herself in his arms instead of his dungeon.Claire tells herself she’s just surviving.Yeren tells himself she’s just a pawn.But the moment their lips meet, neither one believes their own lies anymore.Because… this puppet is starting to pull back.And when she cuts his strings, the whole damn kingdom will burn - no exaggeration there.A dark royal romance full of obsession, trauma, betrayal, and slow, sinful heat.Perfect for readers who want their fantasy dangerous, their lovers doomed,and their happy endings bloody.Do read responsibly.

In the year 4 Before the New Calendar, just four years before the arrival of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Lyle finds himself sitting by the roadside, gnawing on a piece of coarse black rye bread. His gaze is hollow, tinged with despair—he has been transported to the world of Overlord.The prospect of facing the devastating events to come chills him to the bone. In just a few years, the Great Tomb will unleash its might, razing nations and reshaping the world. Lyle foresees two grim paths ahead: perishing in the cataclysmic aftermath or surviving to live under the rule of the Sorcerer Kingdom.But as hopelessness threatens to consume him, a unique panel materializes before his eyes: Innate Ability: “Player”.Armed with the same advantage as the feared entities of Nazarick, Lyle resolves to carve his destiny. If they're all players in this grand game, why should he cower before them? The race against time begins as he seeks to grow stronger, navigate the treacherous world, and defy the fate that looms ever closer.

Scheming female assassin transmigrated to become the weak Eldest Miss, her story is wonderful and stunning, attracting peach flowers to blossom open. Cold calculating emperor? Geniusly bad crown prince? Insidious happy-go-lucky prince? Gentle physician? Ice-cold mystery male? Who is her true love? Haha, but she only eats, definitely will not take responsibility! Beautiful men be careful!

That afternoon, Roland received the most absurd gift imaginable—his stepmom handed him a System literally.That’s right. Not a game console. Not money. A real, cheat-like System... the kind usually reserved for transmigrators and chosen ones.Except Roland had transmigrated eighteen years ago, and nothing remotely “chosen” had ever happened since—until now.The catch? It wasn’t just any System. It was the “Mother's Little Tasks” System, formerly owned by his doting (mysterious) mother. And its first mission?[Mission: Go on a blind date.][Target Options: Yukino Yukio (Mom), Yukino Haruno (Elder Sister), Yukino Yuki (Younger Sister).][Warning: Once locked, your chosen girl can never marry anyone else.][Reward: 1000 Points, one self-selected supernatural ability from Mall]Roland: “...What kind of twisted matchmaking app did I just inherit?”After reading the mission, Roland was stunned. An arranged romance at 18 was already bad—but a binding rule that prevented the chosen girl from marrying anyone else? What if he failed the mission? Would she be alone forever?“And this is supposed to be a System?”“Mom! What the hell is this mission?” Roland asked, his face darkening.“It finally triggered! All those Points I spent transferring the System weren’t wasted,” his mother replied cheerfully, ignoring his outrage.“You set this up? Why?”“You’re nearly an adult and you’ve never even dated. Of course I’m worried.”“I’m only eighteen! I have college entrance exams next year!”“Exams don’t matter. But youth without love isn’t youth at all.”“...Is that something a mother should say?” Roland muttered. Most mothers pushed their kids to study harder—his acted like grades were irrelevant.“What kind of mom does this to her own son? And why is Aunt Yukio even on the target list? That’s just insane!”“Well~, I don’t know what kind of girl you like. The Yukino family has all three types—mother, elder sister, and younger sister—so I gave you options.”